Sunday, March 27, 2011

FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS

Voting #: 4003

The winds were harsh against their skin.
Standing in the field at the barely visible fifty-yard line, they stared at each other.
The crowd departed, but they both were still in uniform.
"Great game," she said.
He grabbed her hand and they were gone, only leaving their footprints behind.

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